Yang Gang's eyebrows instantly condensed a small knife of the soul.
He slashed Song Youque's head hard.
When~~~
Song Youque's bun was flying, and a gap was split on his forehead.
The Yuan Shen who had practiced for hundreds of years in the Consciousness Sea was immediately put to use and turned into a brilliant heavenly sword, fighting against the Great Sun Yuan Shen's sword inserted in his forehead.
He couldn't help but feel angry.
He roared angrily: "The reincarnation of the Snow Mountain Old Demon has been used by the Black Demon Jieyan to become the carrier of the Nine Nether Gate. It will definitely turn into a peerless true demon. Even if you die with me, he will still die. Here. All the people will die because of your choice..."
"It's too late! Get out of the way! Let me... kill him!"
"impossible!"
Yang Gang gritted his teeth and roared, increasing the output of the power of his soul.
However, compared to Song Youque's Yuan Shen, whose Heavenly Sword Yuan Shen had been practicing for hundreds of years and had already reached the limit of the human world... Even with the attack method of Yuan Shen Blade, it still could not achieve the effect of killing with one blow.
The Nine Nether Gate behind him suddenly bloomed with countless black lights, quickly turning virtual into reality, and was about to take shape.
"Master..." Yang Wuhui's voice became deeper, with a sinister aura.
"I don't want to become a demon...Master...save me..." He kept struggling painfully and beating his head, as if he wanted to expel the memory of the old demon in the snow mountains from his mind.
However, it was still to no avail.
The powerful suction force of the Nine Nether Gate made it impossible for him to break free.
Waves of demonic energy poured into his body, causing scales to grow out of his skin and flesh, densely covering his entire body. The teeth in the young man's mouth became sharper and sharper, and his eyes bulged, extremely ferocious.
Like a demon.
"Master, save..."
Yang Wuhui's voice faltered, as if he suddenly remembered something, and his hands suddenly moved towards his eyes, "I remembered, I remembered... As long as you dig out the Black Devil's Eye, you can seal it..."
Pfft~~
Blood splashed with a greenish-black color.
The boy who was about to be transformed into a demon roared in pain, and actually dug out two of his eyes.
However.
Black light flashed.
Two eyes were thrown into Yang Wuhui's eyes, and strips of flesh and blood regenerated to connect his eyes.
Yang Wuhui stayed where he was in astonishment.
"Why...why is this happening?"
"It's useless. The Black Demon Tribulation Eye is connected to the Nine Nether Gate. The evil spirit in the Demon Eye wants to turn into a real demon, and as its host reincarnation, you are the best carrier."
Song Youque turned to look at Yang Gang and asked, "Do you still want to persist?"
Yang Gang ignored Song Youque's words.
Yang Wuhui silently looked at the pain, and watched him reach out reluctantly once again and decisively pluck his own eyes.
Yang Gang suddenly pulled out the blood-drinking magic knife from Song Youque's chest and slashed it out.
Black Demon Jieyan made a 'ding' sound.
It was actually unscathed and continued to fly back to Yang Wuhui's eyes.
"Master..."
The young man roared in pain, "I don't want to become a devil!"
As he said this, he actually picked out his own eyes for the third time.
Two lines of bloody tears fell from his face.
The young man's painful struggle and roar made people feel a little moved.
"well……"
A sigh sounded faintly.
Between the lightning and flint.
A palm stopped the two black demon tribulation eyes from returning to Yang Wuhui's eyes, and held them in the palm of his hand.
Yang Gang held two pure black eyes, as if holding up two mountains. The power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants and the power of the Yuan Shen burst out, resisting the powerful suction of the Nine Nether Gate and the Demonic Eye.
"Carrier?"
Yang Gang looked at the unyielding young man who had lost his eyes, and seemed to see his past self.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Old Snow Mountain Demon...you tried everything you could to fulfill my wish back then. The cycle of cause and effect, this life...it should be me who fulfills my wish."
Say it.
He actually raised the Black Demon Tribulation Eye, and with difficulty, he pushed it into his eye socket a little bit with his palm.
"Are you crazy?"
Song Youque shouted: "This kid is the host of the black demon Jieyan in the present life, and he matches the power of the demon eye. You cannot replace him..."
"How is that possible?" He suddenly exclaimed.
Looking at Yang Gang in disbelief.
"Master, Master, what are you doing?"
Yang Wuhui, who was blind, asked anxiously, waving his hands wildly.
"Get up -" Yang Gang roared, and the power of the Golden Body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God completely exploded, finally pressing the two Black Demon Tribulation Eyes into his eye sockets.
next moment.
Powerful black light rose into the sky.
The suction force behind Yang Wuhui's back relaxed, pushing him directly out of the Jiuyou Portal.
Immediately afterwards.
A strong suction force came, sucking Yang Gang's back tightly against the dark Jiuyou portal.
"How is it possible? How could you..."
Song Youque was completely stunned.
For a moment, I couldn't believe how Yang Gang did it, and I couldn't accept that he was willing to sacrifice himself for his apprentice.
"If we talk about carriers..." Yang Gang's calm voice sounded.
He raised his head and looked at Song Youque, and said with a faint smile: "I...maybe the person in this world who is most suitable to withstand the black devil's eyes and become the carrier of the power of the Nine Nether Portal."
Black light shot into the sky.
A more powerful force than when Yang Wuhui fused the Black Demon Tribulation Eye just now soared into the sky.
The golden body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God surged with energy and blood, frantically absorbing waves of intense demonic energy.
Yang Gang's body began to transform visibly to the naked eye.
"I see……"
Song Youque looked at Yang Gang's body and said suddenly: "Did your golden body inherit the ancient demon god's skills?"
Yang Gang nodded silently.
In terms of being the most suitable person to carry the power of the Black Demon's Eye of Tribulation, the Nine Nether Gate, he, who possesses the golden body of the Hundred Tribulation Demon God, is more suitable than Yang Wuhui.
The two black demon eyes emitted black light, and countless bloody and murderous auras in the world condensed here at a faster speed. The Nine Nether Gate behind him solidified faster and faster.
"town!"
Yang Gang took a deep breath.
In the sea of consciousness, the Great Sun Yuan Shen, which has not yet been completely formed, turned into a blazing sun covering the sky.
The extremely powerful power of the soul suppressed the black demon's eyes.
Suddenly.
The murderous air in the sky swirled, like a headless fly that had lost its direction.
He actually used his own ability to temporarily suppress the birth of Jiuyou Portal!
"Come on, fight!"
Yang Gang raised his long sword and pointed it directly at Song Youque.
The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword buzzed and trembled, and the evil demonic energy from the Nine Netherworld seemed to make it even more powerful.
"You're already like this, and you still want to fight?"
Song Youque asked in surprise.
"Thirty years ago...I walked with the monument in mind...I can beat you. Ah——" Yang Gang roared, gritted his teeth and lowered his waist, and actually used the strength of his body to forcefully pull the gate of Jiuyou.
then.
He actually picked up the Nine Nether Gate.
Just like thirty years ago, carrying the Beihan Tribulation Monument.
The long sword was pointed directly at Song Youque.
He shouted: "I can still defeat you even if I carry the Nine Nether Gate today!"
Domineering, arrogant.
A sound fell.
A terrifying aura rose into the sky, like a black sky pillar.
"cut!"
Yang Gang carried the gate of Jiuyou and stepped out in one step. The sword light, dyed black by the demonic energy, instantly crossed countless distances and struck Song Youque.
There was a bang.
The Supreme Heavenly Sword of the North was struck out by the knife when it was off guard, and fell deeply into the stone wall of the sinkhole.
"Okay! Then let's fight!" shouted angrily.
Song Youque was covered in blood, and his figure shot out from the stone wall. He followed the sword and slashed at Yang Gang, who was at the gate of Jiuyou.
The two Northern Sword Masters once again had a civil war in the sinkhole formed by the Nine Nether Gate.
One after another peerless sword light.
Fierce bombardments again and again.
Fentian, Shanhai, Yuanshen, Zuowang, Longxiang... Yang Gang burned Qi, blood, Zhengang, and even the power of Yuanshen, and tried his best to kill Song Youque in the shortest possible time.
Complete the goal of this life.
However, how can the Heavenly Sword in the North be so easy to kill?
The collision of forces again and again, the two sides were evenly matched with blood-stained sinkholes.
Song Youque is still as powerful as a rainbow.
But Yang Gang's aura was weakening little by little.
The golden body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God seemed to never run out of power. Every time he swung a sword, his aura became weaker.
Song Youque shouted in a deep voice: "Give up! You are suppressing the Nine Nether Gate. You cannot be my opponent in such a state! Let go now before it's too late!"
"Hahaha... So what about life? So what about death? Yang has never had the word 'give up' in his life."
Yang Gang raised his sword across the sky and laughed wildly.
"I will smile to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact. If you have the ability, kill me first."
Say it.
The sword slashed out even more fiercely.
But he completely let go of his defenses and planned to give it a try!
"you……"
Song Youque sighed, feeling upset.
Suddenly a reddish-brown sword light separated his layers of defense, and the blade turned, leaving a deep wound on his chest.
"Only a little bit." Yang Gang sighed with regret and stopped.
Carrying the Nine Nether Gate on his shoulders was like carrying a mountain. With his body that had the power of Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants, he was actually breathing heavily from his chest.
"Your knife is too slow..."
Yang Gang said calmly.
"Your sword is too slow." Song Youque looked at Yang Gang with regret in his eyes.
He didn't understand. What made Yang Gang so persistent?
He gave up everything for the sake of the Northland and the ancestral precepts. Wife, children, master...
But this is your own destiny! From the beginning of the practice, it was destined to be a fate.
What is he doing for?
Song Youque couldn't help but feel a little shaken.
It is also this trace of doubt.
There was a hint of hesitation in his unwavering sword approach.
Song Youque sighed, "I think I am inferior to you in suppressing the Nine Nether Gate. But...do you still have the strength left now? There is no need to continue this battle..."
He shook his head.
His face was full of regret.
He was about to lose his only opponent in this life, and the strong regret in him seemed to be even stronger.
"Yeah?"
Yang Gang silently raised the Blood Drinking Demon Sword and said softly: "Come on, I have one last sword left. Fighting with all your strength is the greatest respect for me."
"Give it your all?"
Song Youque's heart surged.
After a long while, he finally nodded solemnly.
"Okay, I promise you. But you should know that after this stab... you will die."
"don't want--"
A sharp cry sounded above the sinkhole.
Zhao Ling lay on the edge of the sinkhole, staring at Yang Gang below, with tears streaming down his face.
"Aling... no! I won't take revenge, don't do this... I don't want you to sacrifice yourself! Please... we won't take revenge... okay..."
She looked at Yang Gang at the bottom of the sinkhole, with hysterical despair in her eyes.
"Feel sorry."
Yang Gang lowered his head silently, as if he didn't dare to meet Zhao Ling's eyes.
He knew that once he died, Zhao Ling would probably live in endless regret and despair for the rest of his life.
But……
"You have your own destiny, and I... also have my mission. This sword - my fate is mine."
Suddenly.
The blood-drinking magic sword emits the most dazzling light in his life.
The long knife pointed at Song Youque and cut through the void.
A loud shout: "Devil's Tribulation."
Yang Gang's whole body seemed to be lit up with balls of exaggerated flames.
Under the Sifang City.
He carried the Nine Nether Gate and cut off the Blood Drinking Demon Sword.
With this last blow in his life, he burned all the true energy in his body, burned the soul in the sea of consciousness, and burned the terrifying power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants in his golden body. The Golden Body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God quickly lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even - burning the power of the Black Demon Tribulation Eye and the Nine Nether Gate.
They all poured into the golden body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God.
Fentian's fifth sword - Dragon Elephant. At this moment, the extreme realm sublimated and turned into a demonic calamity.
"Roar!!"
Behind the portal of black energy, a Nine Nether Demon roared in anger.
Buzz…
The blood-drinking magic sword trembled slightly, and the blade changed, returning to its origin little by little.
It turned into a reddish-brown bone knife and crazily absorbed the power of Jiuyou Portal.
"This is...the bone of the demon god." A strange voice seemed to travel through countless voids and spread into the sinkhole.
"I understand...it's a pity, it's a pity."
After a faint sigh, the Jiuyou demons gathered in front of the Jiuyou portal, ready to invade the human world, suddenly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.
"Give me - kill!"
Yang Gang looked up to the sky and roared angrily, staring at the sky.
The blood-drinking magic knife drew a rainbow.
This sword seemed to be not only cutting towards Song Youque, but also cutting towards the world shrouded in fate!
In the world of the Northland Gun Demon, he doesn't just have to fight with the Sky Sword.
And... fight against the sky!
Fight against the so-called fate!
next moment.
The Blood Drinking Demon Sword traveled through the void and appeared in front of Song Youque.
In his stunned eyes.
It passed through the brilliant light of the giant god clan's supreme heavenly sword and passed through his generous chest.
It penetrated from his back, bringing with it bits of blood and fragments of internal organs.
Finally, it slashed towards the endless sky.
"I...lost."
Song Youque slowly lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
The tall body collapsed.
The unrivaled Heavenly Sword in the north was finally defeated!
"I won."
Yang Gang smiled silently.
The space around me began to become illusory, and time seemed to freeze little by little.
And his body finally reached its limit, and his vision began to turn black.
The last moments of life.
He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Ling, who was crying almost to the point of fainting at the edge of the sinkhole, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.
But in his mind, he recalled the prompts he saw on the river of life when he entered the past life of the Northland Gun Demon.
[You can currently enter the Tribulation Chapter: The Tribulation of the Sword Demon. Develop unique skills and invite the Heavenly Sword. The heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry for blood. 】
"I'm sorry, Zero. This is my destined ending in your life."
"In this life, I can no longer accompany you to the end."
"We...see you in the next life."
boom!
The power contained in the most violent sword in the world has already completely destroyed the inside of the golden body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God. Yang Gang's body burst into pieces with a loud bang, and completely dissipated into the world with the power of the Nine Nether Gate.
This sword is called Demon Tribulation.
This knife leaves no regrets.
Taking Zhao Ling's place, she fulfilled her destiny as the Northland Gun Demon.
He also replaced the Heavenly Sword Song Youque and fulfilled his destiny.
"No--"
Zhao Ling shouted desperately, tears streaming down his face.
"Master." Yang Wuhui knelt on the ground in despair.
Time is completely frozen at this moment.
【When calamities rise and fall, my destiny is up to me...not to God. 】
[The calamity of the Sword Demon—the end of the calamity. 】
At the same time, the long river of life began to settle.
[You reverse Yin and Yang and reverse reincarnation. Use Zhen Gang to cut off the sky with a sword. The ultimate realm is sublimated, replacing the destiny of the Northland Gun Demon with its own destiny. Evaluation: Change your fate against the odds. 】
[Five cyan opportunities have been transformed (not triggered), the number accumulated: one (white) seven (green)]
【You can receive causal opportunities at any time. 】
[You study past lives and experience reincarnation. Comprehend the dragon-elephant sword, turn the dragon-elephant into a demonic calamity, sublime the realm, and reach the pinnacle of understanding of the art of swordsmanship. 】
[Evaluation: Unparalleled! 】
[The accumulation of past lives transforms the power of a hundred years of research. 】
The long river of life bloomed with thousands of rays of light, and the indigo turned into swimming fish like water, burrowing into Yang Gang's soul.
at the same time.
The Jiang family a few miles away.
Jiang Jiang hugged her knees and sat blankly on the bed. Countless bizarre scenes flashed before her eyes one by one.
"Aling...Aling, don't...we won't take revenge...please..."
"I don't want you to die..."
Suddenly.
In the dark night, a strange light flashed.
"Kill-kill-kill-kill you all!"
"Heavenly Sword...the giant god clan...kill!"
"Kill everything in the world, and I will also...resurrection him!"
"kill!!!"
Shocking murderous intent rose into the sky.
"What!"
In the Holy Capital City, in the small courtyard of Zhongyong Hou Mansion, Yang Gang's exclamation rang out.
He stared blankly at the derivation of the long river of life levels.
[The Sword Demon dies, the Heavenly Sword is defeated. The evil calamity in all directions dissipated. 】
【However……】
[The fate of the Northland Gun Demon has not ended...]
Immediately afterwards.
The long river of life levels began to be automatically deduced, accompanied by memory pictures one after another.
It was actually the memory of the Northland for hundreds of years after the Sword Demon Calamity.
But this time, the main perspective of the research force was switched to Zhao Ling.
